The Training of Fallen Angels (22 page)

She gasped. Although in her late teens, she could have easily been taken for an innocent schoolgirl. As she had supposed, the skirt was very short, with the hem less than an inch below her crotch. The slightest swing of her hips and all would be revealed. The buttons of the blouse seemed destined to fail in their attempt to hold back the thrust of her huge breasts. Her large, erect nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. She tried to button the blazer, but the garment was too small to fit across her ample bosom.

Seeing herself dressed in this way, Lisa remembered the time when Janet had worn a school uniform to a fancy-dress party, and recalled the story that she had told of her numerous sexual encounters as a result. Now, as she gazed at her erotic reflection, she could well understand.

‘Very sexy!’

Lisa swung round as Janet burst into the room. Her friend was wearing a small T-shirt and was carrying a tiny, black thong in her hand. She had clearly been busy.

‘It’s too small for me,’ said Lisa as she turned back to look again in the mirror.

Janet stood next to her and grinned. ‘You’ll have to wear panties if you’re going out like that,’ she said.

‘I’ve no intention of going out like this,’ replied Lisa as she took off the blazer. ‘I’d get arrested!’

‘Oh, go on, it’ll be a laugh. Look, there are no more lessons today, so why not?’

Lisa looked back at her reflection. Without the blazer, the full form and size of her magnificent breasts could be seen. She felt a familiar ache between her legs.

‘Tell you what,’ said Janet as she sat on the edge of the bed, ‘I’ll have a bet with you.’

‘A bet?’

‘Yes. I bet you can’t go to town and walk through the high street, then come back here without getting laid.’

‘Of course I could,’ said Lisa.

‘Go on, then, do it.’ Janet’s face was flushed with excitement.

Lisa looked at her friend, and then at herself in the mirror. ‘OK,’ she said after a moment, ‘you’ve got a bet.’ She reached for the phone to call a taxi.

‘And no lying,’ cautioned Janet, ‘and, for God’s sake, put some knickers on!’

Lisa walked to the front door of the manor, feeling positively apprehensive and regretting the fact that she’d taken on Janet’s wager. Nevertheless, whatever happened, it would be fun.

Madam Stone appeared from the garden as Lisa
walked
down the steps to the taxi. ‘Where are you going, dressed like that?’ There was a hint of amusement in the tall woman’s voice.

‘Oh, just to town,’ replied Lisa as nonchalantly as she could.

‘Let me look at you. We can’t have the good people of the town getting the wrong impression about Grantham Manor, can we?’

Lisa tried her best not to breathe too deeply. The buttons of her uniform blouse were already straining to contain her voluptuous figure, with only the striped tie concealing her deep cleavage from her tutor’s gaze. She tugged the hem of her short, pleated mini-kilt, but it barely reached the tops of her stockings.

‘Have fun,’ said Madam Stone. She turned and walked into the house, but Lisa could see that she was grinning broadly. She clambered nervously into the taxi, feeling glad that she had taken her friend’s advice and donned a pair of tiny, white panties. The taxi driver glanced appreciatively between her legs as she settled next to him on the front passenger seat. She glared back at him and he looked away.

As they drove through the countryside he kept looking at her, occasionally smiling and making inane conversation. The nearer that they got to the town, the more terrified she became. Her outfit really was somewhat over the top. What if people laughed? She knew that she could cope with unwanted amorous attentions, but laughter would be too much. She mentally cursed Janet, and also herself for agreeing to this silly stunt. She began to perspire, despite the fact that the cab window was partly open. She took a couple of deep breaths. The middle button of her blouse finally surrendered, flew off and hit the windscreen with a loud ping. The driver didn’t appear to
notice
, his eyes now firmly fixed on the increasing traffic ahead.

She adjusted her tie to preserve her modesty as the car drew up at the edge of the shopping precinct. ‘I’m just going for a coffee, miss,’ said the driver. ‘D’you want to join me?’

‘No, it’s all right, thanks,’ Lisa replied as she paid him the fare. ‘I’m just going to do some shopping.’

‘Come on, love,’ he insisted. ‘There’s a little café just around the corner. You look like you could do with a drink.’

Lisa knew that he was right. Her hands were trembling and she could feel an uncomfortable tightness in the pit of her stomach. After all, she thought, what could possibly happen in a café? ‘OK, just a quick coffee,’ she said.

As they walked slowly down the side street, Lisa could already feel scores of eyes bearing down on her. Two old women stared directly at her breasts as she brushed past them on the narrow pavement and they tutted loudly. Strangely, she felt encouraged by their disapproval.

The driver took her arm and lead her into the café. The interior was dim and smoke filled, and there was an all-pervading aroma of fried food contained in the thick atmosphere. Lisa sat at a table near the window and the driver went to the counter to order the drinks. The room had fallen into silence. She looked round at the other customers and realised that she was the only female present. They all seemed to be workmen, dressed in scruffy clothes and with filthy hands gripping greasy sandwiches, and they all seemed to be looking at her. She began to wish that she hadn’t taken up the cab driver’s invitation.

He returned with two steaming mugs of coffee and
sat
next to her. She picked up her drink and took a sip.

‘How old are you, love?’ said the driver.

‘Nineteen,’ she replied, truthfully.

‘Nineteen? And still at school?’

She laughed nervously. ‘Oh, no,’ she said, ‘this is fancy dress. I’m going to a party.’

‘Going to a party? I thought you said you were going shopping.’

‘I am. I’m going to the party later. Does it matter?’ She wanted to leave, she wanted to get the walk over with and get back to the manor as quickly as possible. She looked around the café again. Most of the customers were still gazing at her. Some of them seemed quite attractive, despite their unkempt appearance. One of them in particular took her eye. He was a handsome man in his late twenties with long, dark hair and tanned features. He smiled when she looked at him, a broad, cheeky grin that she found most appealing. She half-smiled in response, and then looked down at her coffee.

‘I’d better go,’ she said. ‘I need some fresh air.’

‘It is a bit thick in here today,’ replied the driver as he got up from his chair. ‘Come on, then.’

He held her arm as she stood up, but she tugged it away from his grasp. ‘I’ll go on my own, thanks,’ she said, firmly. ‘You stay and have your coffee.’

He sat back glumly on his chair and Lisa struggled through the closely packed tables to the exit. As she reached the door she glanced back at the young man. He smiled again and she looked away.

Out in the street, Lisa took a deep breath and then headed in the direction of the main street. Time to get it over with. She fixed her eyes resolutely forward and strode determinedly along the precinct, carefully avoiding the gaze of any of the many passers-by. As
she
walked, her breasts bounced heavily and her little tie jiggled on its platform of firm flesh. Her tiny skirt billowed occasionally in the breeze, no doubt giving a lovely view to any lucky individual who might be looking in the right direction.

She reached the end of the precinct quickly, turned round and stopped. All she had to do now was walk back, find another taxi and return to Grantham Manor. She was feeling much more confident now, and chided herself for being so foolish. She strode quickly forward. About halfway down she stopped and looked at her reflection in the darkened window of one of the shops. She looked good. She looked sexy, and she looked beautiful. She had nothing to be nervous about. She took off her blazer and swung it over her shoulder then carried on walking, her head held high and her hips swaying provocatively. This was easy.

A couple of workmen whistled as she past them, but she merely grinned and ignored them. Another couple of men who were seated on one of the many benches that littered the precinct stared at her as she walked towards them, with their eyes firmly fixed on her bobbing breasts. She nodded in greeting to them and smiled warmly, then walked on.

There was only one taxi at the rank when she reached it. She happily realised that it wasn’t the same one that had brought her to town. She clambered into the back and sat down heavily on the seat. She breathed a long sigh of relief.

‘Hello again, miss.’ The driver turned round to greet her. It was the young man from the café, the one with the cheeky grin. She smiled weakly and pulled her blazer so that it lay protectively across her lap.

‘Grantham Manor, please,’ she said.

‘Grantham Manor? Are you one of the students?’

‘No, I’m a teacher. This is just fancy dress. I’m going to a party.’

‘Whatever you say, miss,’ chuckled the driver as he drove off. Lisa looked out of the window and watched the town disappear quickly into the distance. ‘Is it true what they say about Grantham Manor?’ continued the driver.

‘And what do they say?’

‘That it’s a school for sex.’ He looked round and grinned.

‘Do you mind watching the road,’ she said, haughtily.

‘Well? What d’you teach then?’

Lisa thought quickly. ‘Applied mathematics,’ she said.

‘Oh, right.’ It seemed to do the trick. The journey continued in silence. Lisa watched the trees drifting by and thought about her short adventure. In a way, she felt a trifle disappointed that nothing had happened. Janet wouldn’t be very impressed.

The car gave a sudden jolt. ‘Shit!’ exclaimed the driver. ‘What’s that?’

Lisa’s first thought was that it was some sort of ploy, now that they were deep in the countryside, and she wasn’t having any of that. Before she could say anything, however, she heard the distinct sound of a wheel scraping on the tarmac. The driver pulled the vehicle to a stop. ‘Bloody flat tyre,’ he said as he opened his door. ‘Sorry about this.’

Lisa climbed out of the car and sat on a grassy mound by the side of the road. The driver retrieved some tools from the boot and began to work on the puncture. She watched him appreciatively as he laboured. As he bent over to unfasten the wheelnuts she was treated to the sight of the most perfect, trim behind she had ever seen on a man. His jeans were
tight
, and he didn’t appear to be wearing any underwear. She licked her lips hungrily.

He seemed to be having trouble with one of the wheelnuts. She could see his muscles stiffening as he strained with the effort but the thing didn’t seem to want to budge. He looked up at her. ‘Can you give me a hand, miss?’ She walked over and took hold of the wheelbrace where he indicated. ‘Now, on three. One, two, three!’ The nut gave way easily, perhaps too easily, and Lisa fell backwards with the driver sprawling across her. He laughed out loud but made no effort to move from her. Their eyes met, and his grin disappeared.

‘Sorry about that, miss,’ he said as he struggled to his feet. He took hold of both of her hands and helped her up, then brushed the dust from her back and bottom. ‘Don’t want you messing up your outfit,’ he said. He seemed to be concentrating rather too much on her backside, and the brushing of his hand across her buttocks was having a profound effect on Lisa. She glanced down at his groin and saw that it was having a not inconsiderable effect on him as well. She moved away from him and resumed her seat on the grass.

‘That’s a hell of an outfit,’ he said as he sat next to her. ‘I bet you win first prize.’

‘First prize?’

‘At the party.’

‘Oh, yes, the party. D’you think so?’

‘Definitely. I’d certainly give you top marks.’

‘Aren’t you going to fix the tyre?’

He looked into her eyes. His were deep brown and full of emotion. ‘There’s no hurry, is there?’ Lisa tore her gaze from his and looked down. She could see the outline of a firmly erect and quite substantial cock encased in the thick denim of his jeans. She swal
lowed
hard. He put his fingers under her chin and turned her face to his. ‘You’re not in a rush, are you?’

Lisa shook her head gently. The driver moved his face closer. She closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly. She felt the roughness of the stubble on his chin as they kissed, and it excited her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth hard against him. Their tongues met and circled each other wetly. He ran his hand down her back then up again to her shoulder. She shifted her position and his hand slipped round to cup her breast. Lisa sighed deeply to indicate her pleasure.

‘God, you’ve got beautiful tits,’ he breathed as he kneaded the firm flesh. He moved slightly and cupped both of her breasts in his hands as if weighing them. ‘Fabulous,’ he murmured. They kissed again, deeply and passionately and Lisa lay back. The driver moved her tie to one side and unfastened the remaining buttons of her blouse. He pushed the thin cotton to either side of her heaving mounds then lay the tie between them. He gazed at them in abject appreciation. ‘Wow,’ he breathed. He bent his head and kissed each nipple in turn and then sucked gently on one. She felt it harden between his rasping teeth. He transferred his attention to the other nipple and she felt his hand stray to her thigh. She could sense her pussy-lips opening in anticipation of his touch as his fingers trailed slowly up her leg. She gasped as he touched the V of her panties.

‘God, your knickers are soaked,’ he said.

‘I know.’ He moved his face back to hers and they kissed again. His finger slid deftly under the damp cotton and slipped between her sex-lips. She began to move her hips in response.

‘You really want it, don’t you?’ he whispered. She nodded. He moved to kneel in front of her and
reached
under her mini-kilt with both hands. She raised her bottom from the ground as he pulled down her panties and then automatically smoothed her hands over her stockings. She lay back with her legs spread wide apart. The driver gazed at her pussy in admiration. ‘That’s beautiful,’ he murmured. ‘I’ve never fucked a shaven one before.’